The role
of the soul
remains
untold
until you
unearth it,
rehearse it,
immerse it
and
can
thoroughly
disperse it
amongst the
body;
the mind
will find
itself–
in tuned.
Make room
for
great growth.
With soil
from life’s toil
on Her
hands,
She
stands
broken.
Yet
another
deed
left
unspoken
in the name
of
Goodness.
My goodness!–
A mere
candle in Her sun
cannot compete.
Her feet
firmly
planted
on the
ground
are idyllic;
prolific.
Her benevolence,
Implicit,
elicits compassion
from few.
What can
she do?
Who
Will
pay
for
the sins
of
her kin
better than
She can?
Black sheep
Black sheep
don’t shear your wool.
Black sheep
Black sheep
the world is full–
of white sheep
and assent;
Innocence
is no sin.
Peserve your skin,
one day
you will win.
You’re dominant
in “deviance,”
a rare breed indeed.
Honor your difference
and willfully secede–
from your family’s rejection,
you know who you are
take pride in your reflection
Black sheep,
you set the bar
They call it
a phenomenon,
I call it
a plan.
There’s nothing
phenomenal
about
the fragmented
black clan.
Make videos
and documentaries
to “document”
the “facts,”
socialize society
to turn blind eyes
to the impact.
Glorifying
dysfunction
does
not
fascilitate
change,
it plan(ts)
“phenomenal” seeds
of self-disdan